Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.